This story is completely true and happened exactly as presented. I changed nothing but the names. Good little witch's honor. * It was a hot 3-day weekend in 1979. I think it was the 4th of July. (Ooh, I sounded like Chicago for a minute there.) To take advantage of the time off, our friends decided to have a pig roast. My husband-to-be and his older broth...
Candace Johnson is a 45 year old happily married, for almost 20 years, mother of 2 who has worked hard to climb high enough in the business world that she can control her own hours without effecting her substantial paycheck with the full support of her husband who since being a prop/costume etc. maker can be the stay at home dad whilst working from his shop...
I haven't written anything in awhile, and have gotten many emails requesting I write another story, If you have read my past stories, you would notice that, sexually, I enjoy being used like a piece of fuck meat. Just a whore with holes for men to use. This story will be about yet another way I would love to be used. Hope you enjoy. Being used by two men...
This story is based on a game "Who Wanna Be a Bimbo" created by Dahakma; it can by found on TF Games. The game, despite its simplicity, is really absorbing and entertaining. It turns out, it can be inspiring as well. ------------------------------------------ My name is Nick and I decided to participate in a TV show called "Who Wanna Be a Bimbo?". It comb...
This sixth part of the series follows from where the last part ended. I suggest you read the previous parts to understand the people and how they got to this part of the story. ***** My first thought when I awoke on my second day at the BDSM resort was that I was so looking forward to the day ahead. It is not often that I awoke looking really forward to a...
The explosion occurred billions, perhaps trillions of years ago. Two universes met as they crossed paths, and collided with each other. It was a collision of such grandeur, that its sheer vastness seemed to bend reality in its wake. The explosion that came from it, sent shockwaves through the vacuum of space, never to be stopped on their path, unless they me...
Clarisse Evans stared at her computer screen in despair. She had been working on this project for months, but it had yet to bear fruit. Her supervisor had wanted her to get data. She got the data. He had asked for simulations. She'd run them. He wanted reports. She wrote them up. But more than anything they needed a test subject. No amount of research and d...
The nimble little RSX Type S pulled into the parking structure on Orange Grove Avenue. Typical for this time of evening, the place was jammed. Between Elephant Bar, Islands, and the AMC 16 Multiplex – not to mention all the businesses along adjacent San Fernando Road - you just couldn't get a space in here, or its companion garage across the street. Parking...
The Goughster here, teaching y'all to wake up and smell the spunk! "Oh, hallelujah, all our Christmas's have come at once! Thank you, great sage!" Just what the fuck, little fella! You calling me an 'erb? Let me tell ya, little fella, I'm not an aromatic plant whose greyish-green leaves are used as a culinary herb, native to southern Europe and the Medit...
This is a story about a fictional visit to a gay bath house to spend the evening as an extreme raunch pig. This story contains descriptions of gay piss and shit (scat) play. If this isn't your thing, turn back now. * The cab driver looked in his review mirror and asked, "are you sure this is where you want to be dropped off?" We had driven into an industr...